App | Oneplus Dialer

He didn't show his colleague the name. That was his.

"Arjun?"

He didn't cry at the hospital. He didn't cry at the funeral. He cried that night, alone in his apartment, holding the OnePlus. He opened the dialer app. He scrolled past "Pizza Hut," past "Car Service," past "Unknown Caller (Spam)."

It simply held the data. Faithful. Immutable. A list of numbers and times that proved, in cold, hard bytes, that she had been here. That she had said "beta" 187 times in the last six months. That their final conversation had lasted forty-seven minutes and twenty-two seconds.